I remember a relationship I went into with Vincent, a nursery school friend I reconnected with during NYSC camp. At first, it felt like fate had tied a neat bow on our story, everything flowed so smoothly, and I thought I had found my person.
But the sweetness didn’t last. I soon discovered he wasn’t faithful. Still, I loved him deeply, so I fought for what we had. I forgave him, sent him relationship tapes to watch, preached the beauty of commitment, and tried every possible way to steer him right.
Yet, no matter how much effort I poured in, Vincent kept walking the opposite path. Eventually, I had to let go. The relationship had failed or rather, he had failed it.
Accepting that ending was a bitter pill to swallow, especially after working so hard to keep it alive.
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